Hope everyone's having a great October!
I know I'm having fun writing these little tidbits.
He watches them move in the dark.
They are stealthy, quick and careful as they run and lope between the trees.
But he sees them.
Their smiles are what betray them.
The glint of teeth and blue light from somewhere inside their mouths.
It’s like they’re on fire deep within.
He watches them through the riflescope, wondering where they’ll attack the barricade next or if they’ll try at all tonight.
He wonders if the small settlement will survive the coming years or the horrific winters since this all began.
He watches them move in the dark, and wonders what their names were when they were people just like him.